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When dews begin to chill

The blossom throngs,

And soft the brooklets trill

Their slumber-songs,

We dusky Whippoorwills

In conquest hold the hills.

When, thro’ the midnight dells,

Wild star-beams glow,

Like wan-eyed sentinels,

We dreamward go,

And hear sung sweetly o’er

The songs we stilled before.

When waketh dawn, we flee

The slumber-main,

And bid the songsters be

With us again

To sing in praise of light

Above the buried night.

But O, when sunrise gleams,

We vanish fast,

And woo again in dreams

The starlit past,

Till, lo! at twilight gray,

We wail the dirge of day!